"I hope so, ' Blair thought to herself.

Suddenly, a little boy appeared before them.

"Action Kamen!" he yelled.

“Huh? Un...cle... Aunt..."

He was light-skinned, dressed in a blue coat and a pair of black pants.

He could have been a year old or two. His cute round eyes were fixated on Wesley and Blair.

The boy reminded Blair of Joslyn's son, even though he seemed younger.

Blair came over to him, squatted down and scooped him up in her arms.

“Hi baby! What's your name?" she asked.

“She... ff..." The boy paused for a while and finally continued,

. field."

"Sheffield?" Blair repeated the name after him.

The boy nodded his head and turned his sights towards Wesley.

“Un...cle..."

Wesley smiled at him.

"Hi.

Blair looked at Wesley with a smile and said, “Is this Grandpa Mooney's great-grandson? He's a handsome boy."

Wesley sized the boy up and answered, "I guess so. He's probably

Ingrid's son."

Before he could finish talking, a woman's voice came from outside the living room.

"Sheffield... Sheffield! Where are you?"

The voice indeed sounded like Ingrid's.

As Blair was in deep thought, wondering if the boy was Ingrid's son, he kissed her on the cheek.

“Aunt...Mom..." Then he wiggled out of her arms to get down on the floor.

Blair's heart melted with his kiss. She put him on the floor and said,